Lately I step down
Catching my breath
Out of words
Out of my head
Out of her town
Now waiting for another
Doing my hair
Biting my lip
Keeping my eyes
From dripping but harder
It turns.
The dreams we had once
The resolutions
On the paper
All mine, none of hers. Burns.
Hole in the pocket.
Now its all in vain
I put on my glasses
Oblivious, I face the station
It comes again
Sojourning once more. The feels train